Up here in this room
with these headphones on
to catch the whisper of your ghost....
long gone
shake off the dust
shake off the clay
stumblin' in here
outta gutter and grave
it's too early too leave
but it's too late to stay
and the years....
that the river bears away
rolling the tape...to tune in on the dead
just as they leave...pegging the red
red like the dust
red like the clay
under your nails
inside your veins
horse wants to run
but he's kept so at bay
there by the years...
that the river bears away
hung like a flag in your sad parade
hung like a thief with his ball and chain
shake off the dust
shake off the clay
stumblin' in here
outta gutter and grave
too early too leave
too late to stay
and the years....
that the river bears away